The Golden Treasury Book Fourth CCVIII TO THE MUSES Whether on Ida's shady brow, Or in the chambers of the East, Where the melodious winds have birth; Whether on crystal rocks ye rove Beneath the bosom of the sea, Wandering in many a coral grove,– Fair Nine, forsaking Poetry; How have you left the ancient love CCIX ODE ON THE POETS Bards of Passion and of Mirth -Yes, and those of heaven commune Thus ye live on high, and then What doth strengthen and what maim :- Bards of Passion and of Mirth J. Keats CCX ON FIRST LOOKING INTO CHAPMAN'S HOMER Much have I travell❜d in the realms of gold Oft of one wide expanse had I been told Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold : He stared at the Pacific-and all his men J. Keats CCXI LOVE All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Oft in my waking dreams do I The moonshine stealing o'er the scene She lean'd against the arméd man, Few sorrows hath she of her own, The songs that make her grieve. She listen'd with a flitting blush, I told her of the Knight that wore I told her how he pined: and ah! She listen'd with a flitting blush, Too fondly on her face! But when I told the cruel scorn That crazed that bold and lovely Knight, That sometimes from the savage den, In green and sunny glade, — There came and look'd him in the face And that unknowing what he did, And how she wept, and clasp'd his knees; The scorn that crazed his brain ;— And that she nursed him in a cave, His dying words-but when I reach'd All impulses of soul and sense The rich and balmy eve; And hopes, and fears that kindle hope, She wept with pity and delight, I heard her breathe my name. Her bosom heaved-she stepp'd aside, |